Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nigeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Gong,
Organ,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.